One final look at the cliff that has dominated our week, glowing in the dawn light.
And the reflections that had been the focus of our contemplation.
It was now back to home, but that didn’t quite mean the end of the adventure.
A few more shots of this beautiful water hole before we go back to our campsite…
We asked Deb and Charlie (our hosts) why they didn’t choose this water hole as their campsite. The answer was that there was too much soft sand for their vehicle to get down here! So we’ll just have to enjoy it from afar.
There were plenty of reeds at the edge of the water hole here. Exposed tree stumps told of how powerful a flood event could be.
Once again, trees and grasses defy the elements by growing on sheer rock.
We saw a few birds during the week. Little willy wag tails were the most common on ground level, but up in the sky, we saw a few kites soar by.
A few kilometres upstream we came upon a little shed, where a local elder had once lived. We were told that he had now passed and it is now empty for much of the time. It’s the only dwelling for miles around.
Nearby were of course some magnificent trees.
This one in particular was different from the rest. It is a bloodwood, I think.
The bark on the trunk has an interesting pattern. No ‘blood’ (or sap) visible on this one though.